This is a song about "Mint green"

Catch you up on places i've been

Into the green mile, coffin

Miami nights, it was all a dream

You aint wantin the green,

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

I just know what you mean

People wonder why grass is green,

Or medicine in a green bottle

Lady at the frank stand will

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

My time is spent mostly counting green

Doesnt mean you have to turn so green

The bitches is everything in between

They puttin out the same blueprint

Yo breath so bad you need a breath mint.